Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iceland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Connie Case to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
Funky Four + One,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
Davy DMX,
the Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B,
Ken Boothe,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Absolute Body Control,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
Hashim,
The Sound,
Technova,
Inner City,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
Aswad,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.